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POETRY.-The Curate's Fireside, 343. Agatha at the Gate, 343.

SHORT ARTICLES.-James Parnel at Colchester, 1655, 326. A New Invention in Furniture, 326. Autobiography of Garibaldi, 342. Maclean's Readings of Hood, 359. Picnic Stool, 359. Ceramic Statuary, 359. Blight Destroyer, 384. New mode of Hanging Pictures, 384.

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KLOPSTOCK.

avidity, in the long winter evenings, by that
bright-eyed, quiet boy.

At length the time came for him to be
transferred from the schulpforte to the gym-
nasium of his native town. This was a time
of joy. At the gymnasium he had access to
books which he had long wished to read,
and was engaged in studies to which he had
looked forward with pleasure. The promise
of scholarly ability which he had displayed at
the schulpforte was now fully borne out.

KLOPSTOCK.* WE anticipate receiving the thanks of many of our readers for reviving the recollection of this distinguished member of the "Priesthood of Letters." Than his, literature has few nobler names. If a childlike simplicity of character, an unblemished life, exalted thoughts of God, tender affection for mankind, an exquisite and highly cultivated taste, a quenchless passion for art, a profound and devout reverence for truth and beauty and liberty, Little more than sixteen summers had and, in addition, “the vision and the faculty divine;" if these be the insignia of true passed since his birth, yet he nourished the greatness-the patent of God's nobility-then hope of one day making himself a name as an "Had Germany," he asked, "no we know of no greater name than that of the epic poet. legends? no times of historic interest? no subject of the present sketch. About thirty miles southwest of Magdeburg, heroes? Does not my native town supply me in the low, flat country, stands Quedlinburg. with such? What better theme could I deIt is a land of streams and rivers, of dreamy sire than the deeds of Henry the Fowler ?" Quedlin- The dim and wild traditions he had heard in legends and stirring associations. burg was built by Henry, surnamed the childhood were floating through his mind. "Fowler," a prince to whom Europe is much This idea was soon relinquished. His Bible, more indebted than she has ever thought which he had always loved, began to dispute proper to acknowledge. He was an unlet- the mastery with the bards of Greece; his tered man, but one of remarkable sagacity heart grasped its truths with a firmer hold; and originality of mind. Living in a rude and barbarous age, a military chief, he displayed qualities of intellect which would have won him renown had he even been surrounded with the light and refinement of a more advanced period. What Alfred was to England, Henry the Fowler was to Germany. Quedlinburg shared largely of his favor. There he founded and richly endowed an abbey. The building remains to this day; and the chroniclers of the district, the mothers and nurses, relate strange traditions of the wisdom and prowess and pious acts of King Henry, who lies, beside his wife Matilda, within the old abbey walls. In that town Klopstock was born on the 2d of July, 1724. Soon after his birth, family affairs obliged the Klopstocks to leave Quedlinburg. They removed to Friedeburg, a little town on the Saale. Here the poet's infancy was spent; and here also he manifested that gentleness and amiability of disposition which distinguished him throughout life. He entwined himself around the hearts of frau and fraulein, and, by his love of legendary lore, taxed their memory or invention, whenever they visited his father's house.

it became the law of his life; its fruit was sweet unto his taste.

His character had taken a set. He had lost nothing of the gentleness of childhood, but had acquired energy and fire. When he thought of the literary and national degradation of his country, then it burst forth in those lyrics which thrilled the heart of Germany. He was now twenty-one, and it was decided that he should forthwith proceed to the University of Jena, to study theology. This was in the "'45." About that time Bodmer and Breitinger began to attack Gottsched and the admirers of the tumid bombast and sickly sentimentality which then characterized the writings of the day, in his celebrated papers on the want of a national literature. Bodmer found in Klopstock an enthusiastic disciple. Shakspeare, Milton, and other English poets were now his constant study. His old wish to write an epic poem revived. The "Paradise Lost" suggested the "Messias; " the first canto was completed at Jena.

In 1746 he went to Leipsic, where the " Bremer Beiträge" was in course of publication by Rabener, Gellert, and others, who The hoary traditions of had embraced the views of Bodmer, and the days of the "Fowler," of the Minnezeit, were thus endeavoring to work them out. of the Reformation, were listened to with Klopstock's scholarly reputation and unison of literary opinions soon caused them to en

* Written some years ago.

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